Many of the members of the MacPhallus clan left with one or more of the women who came in until the only remaining was the man who ordered the drinks....Kennedy and Dawn began cleaning up, putting stock away, and closing the tavern. Kennedy slipped into the back, where they kept stock, to put some items away when she was pinned against a wall of products by a man. “Still be wantin’ to know what be under me kilt, wench?” Kennedy smiled. “What’s in it for me?” He turned her around. She could see. He quickly put on his shorts and walked towards the door. I panicked and ran off into the kitchen. He came out, looked around, and then walked into the kitchen.“Oh, thank God it’s you. I was scared at first thinking someone broke into the house,” he said. “I was just getting myself some water,” I said, pretending to fill up a bottle lying on the counter. “What are you doing up late?” I asked, expecting to rattle him up a little.He didn’t know how to answer properly. But then again, he was. Myra and Mary had volunteered to help out and had been up half the night baking cookies. Jack was going to take some pictures, as only Jack can. Sad to say, but some of the pictures he would take were sure to be the last ones taken of some of the children. He was going to make free prints available to parents, no matter the condition of their children. Whether a kid had incurable cancer or had just had his tonsils removed, there was enough effort being put into it that all of them should have. They are bulging with my erection. I step out of my pants and as I try to kick off my shoes and socks, you jerk down my shorts. Before I can get rid of them, you already have my cock in your mouth. A moan escapes from me as I get light headed. I have to sit back on the bed. Your hair cascades around your face and tickles my thighs. You slide up and down my cock as your tongue does things I have never experienced before. You have been practicing. One hand is cupping my balls and other follows.